Sets Go Up (feat. Wacko) (Explicit)

One Never gonna stop tryin' to get it
Two Never turn my back on my city
Three Never let the money f**k with me
Four I'ma never stop hollerin' at the b**ches
And the sets go up
Hey homie  you don't wanna get familiar with us
F**kin' over you would give me and my niggaz a rush
I'm sick of all you and the fortune and supposed to be thugs
Tellin' stories 'bout your life when that was not how it was
Yeah a ni**a did some sh*t back in the days with the pack
Like in your hood  when you was out there gettin' paid with the crack
You get the f**k when you hear shots and it's not yo' peep
But if a ricochet hit you  you better pop yo' heat
Yeah you know I'm from the 'Nolia but you do not know me
Quit eyeballin' a ni**a down 'fore you get shot homie
You don't wanna know what I've been thinkin' up
You better go 'head on and find you another spot to chill
'Cause I've been drinkin' cuz
We see a light and everything ain't great
It's like everybody mind is in the same old state  ya know
I'll throw a ni**a f**ked up with his revenues
I'ma tell you four f**kin' things I'ma never do
One Never gonna stop tryin' to get it
Two Never turn my back on my city
Three Never let the money f**k with me
Four I'ma never stop hollerin' at the b**ches
And the sets go up
From the 3 to the 17  ey yo we doin' it big
If you're ghetto you know who Wacko and Juvenile is
New Orleans  see I'ma rep that  'cause these my peeps
You could pick up some bad habits hangin' in these streets
Have you talkin' to this and that ni**a and showin' your teeth
Walkin' round you like you took care and you handled your beef
Pissed off 'cause your hoe wanna come talk to me
To show me the little gift that she done bought for me
I take it back to when the big timers was pushin' the size
When niggaz wore Dickies suits like it was regular jobs
We cop Adidas  ghost town and Anita's used to be packed
And rumors started poppin' and it started to crack
We used to drink Crazy Horse and shoot dice in the back
We had four rules in life and I can promise you that
One Never gonna stop tryin' to get it
Two Never turn my back on my city
Three Never let the money f**k with me
Four I'ma never stop hollerin' at the b**ches
And the sets go up
Now why you muggin' a ni**a  Let that b**ch go
Let her bounce with a gangsta out six coat
Let her wil' out and flick it off a disco
Let me gas up  dick her down and get ghost
Ain't trickin' for the vagina  I like to get throat
Yo' stupid a** tryin' to stay in here and lick toes
Good girls love G's  that's how the sh*t go
That's why niggaz need to tighten up and get low
I know you heard of *clap-clap*  I'm gettin' doe
Let me check my palm pilot  I'm gettin' hoes
Let me check my squad' wallets  we gettin' close
My squad up in the crowd wilin'  they spittin' more
Drive by in the '5-5  forget a '4
Five  five and another five  we get a show
Fifteen and another five  you'll get some blow
You hustlin' your block  pop and you get some more
One Never gonna stop tryin' to get it
Two Never turn my back on my city
Three Never let the money f**k with me
Four I'ma never stop hollerin' at these b**ches
And the sets go up